โThis is Battlestar Warspite CIC. Allied vessel, we welcome you. We were chosen for command personnel to meet, Commander De Reya extends her compliments and hospitality. If you wish to attend. Port Hanger. Please stay on track with your provided landing vector. โ
Returning to the bridge of 'Corvus', CTN Hammond had caught the tail-end of the battle star's transmission before the bulkhead's tannoy cut out. Turning in her captain's seat and vacating it, CDR Lancaster flashed her 'master after God' a wry smile.
"Perhaps someone should have relayed to that ship's comm officer the
slightly inconvenient fact that - while our ship can do quite a bit - landing it in a 100-meter side-slung hanger isn't one of them, sir."
Hammond shook his head and suppressed a laugh. "True, commander. Then again, there's a lot about today that doesn't make sense. Lt Watts!" The senior officer turned to the junior officer manning the bridge's communications post. "Kindly relay our thanks to the unknown vessel and inform that myself, Commander Lancaster and Major York will be aboard shortly. Please also ensure that a side party can be arranged before departure."
"Aye, sir." Lt Watts replied, turning away from the senior officers as she pressed a finger to an earpiece and began to relay instructions.
"Lieutenant-Commander Stebbins!" Hammond barked towards the bridge's gunnery station. "Have your relief man your post; you have the conn."
Stebbins nodded, signalling his assistant officer to take over his terminal. "Aye, sir; I have the conn."
With everything that could be thought of done, Hammond took one last glance at the bridge before, satisfied, he gestured to his XO and made a start for the hatch.
"Sir." Mirabelle stopped the captain, before gesturing to his white beret. "May I ...?" Without waiting for a yay or nay, Lancaster adjusted and straightened out Christopher's beret.
"There you are, sir. NOW you're one of Manticore's finest."